I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

They don’t think “I care,” “I hurt,” or “I have feelings.” It just seems like I’m always “wrong,” always “selfish,” always “self-centered” and everything else that’s negative and destructive.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

I pretend I've got lots of confidence and I'm a big jock and like that but deep inside I'm a frightened, insecure, can't-make-it failure.

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?